what's the purpose of wings? Of course to fly, to get away, but yet once you've gotten away, where do you go? There's nowhere left to fly, so you have to go back. Did you get anywhere in the first place? What was the purpose of wasting so much just to go back. So, we're back where we started with something wonderful and beautiful, but yet, they're in the way. They only cause pain don't they? What's the purpose. Why dream and aspire when you're right back where you started.... the sky is calling my name the moonlight wishes to dance around me a sweet song flows through the air calling my name but no not tonight i dont' want to wake up right back where i started
wolf ie · Sat Feb 03, 2007 @ 05:22pm · 2 Comments |